Where Angels tread
And feathers fall
Only fools rush in
Sacred space
Is not always calm
Battles rage unseen
Darkness wrestling light
Ancient foes entwine
Making for one hell-of-a-fight
Entering unaware
Fools get caught in the fray
Torn to emotional shreds
Unprepared for
What is happening
In their heart and in their head
Yes, only fools rush in
Were feathers fall
As Angels tread
E.A. Fussell
05.23.2020
E. A. Fussell 